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SONNET. THE SAME.
One sings, “God giveth His beloved sleep;”And in this sleep realities, not dreams,
Are present to the soul, upon it streams
True blessedness, and rapture full and deep.
God, 'neath the shadow of His throne, doth keep
His dead; upon whose happy spirits gleams
Light from His face in bright resplendent beams,
And never more shall they or mourn or weep.
The sainted ones, each 'neath his grassy ridge,
Who found it Christ to live and gain to die,
Know that the grave is but a narrow bridge,
Which spans the space between the earth and sky,
That they who o'er it cross the darkling river,
Have fellowship with God in bliss for ever.
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